"Marry me.”
Elara was struck again with the only vivid memory she had of that one night in Las Vegas. She squeezed her eyes harder, wanting to remember more. She needed to know the truth. But there was nothing. Only her broken and desperate voice in fragments of that night replayed in her head.
Her lungs begged for air as she screamed. She was losing her mind. Why couldn’t she remember?
What did he do to her?
Leo wasn't getting off the hook that easy. He knew something and she was going to find out what it was.
Elara pushed herself up, wiping a tear that slid down her face. She knew he wasn't long gone hearing his voice coming from down the stairs. It sounded like an argument.
Sebastian was up to no good.
Elara tiptoed to the stairs, not getting any closer to blow her cover.
